What is Jianghu?

Everyone has different rivers and lakes in their eyes.

Killing people and grabbing treasures, robbing people is the cheats of rivers and lakes.

Love and hatred, swords and swords are rivers and lakes.

Drinking wine in a big bowl, eating meat, where there is excitement, this is also the same Jianghu.

Everyone has a river and lake in their hearts.

And for now......

is the little monk, Zhao Zimo's first entry into the rivers and lakes.

"Yo, the guest officer slows down, it's really a good horse, are you two sharp, or do you live in the hotel?" The shopkeeper will bring a gray rag full of oil stains, skillfully throw it on his shoulder, and come to greet the guests.

"Stay in the hotel, come to an upper room." It's just two words, sonorous and powerful, and Jueming has a wig.

After dismounting, he helped the little uncle who was already in a daze to get off the horse and walked into the Yuelai Inn full of the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes.

As the little abbot just announced by Shaolin Temple, many people have seen him, and now naturally he can't be bareheaded, otherwise people will find out that he is now like losing his soul, which will definitely embarrass Shaolin too much.

"Okay, what about your horse?"

"Good forage, if something goes wrong, you are the only one who asks." Although Shaolin is closed, it is similar to Jueming, the first seat of the Dharma Academy, if the rivers and lakes are new, it is impossible.

Any disciple who will succeed to the upper position of Shaolin must be familiar with the rules of the rivers and lakes, and even understand the secrets of the rivers and lakes, and even some Jianghu dialects.

So they have to go through the rivers and lakes, but Shaolin has been closed for a long time, and there are no monks out of the temple, so they can only dress up with makeup, which is why Jueming pretends to be an ordinary Jianghu person, but he looks so like.

"Did you hear that? The new abbot of Shaolin Temple is only a sixteen-year-old little monk! "As soon as they entered the store, one of them started talking.

Recently, almost all of them have been talking about Shaolin, especially the Shaolin abbot who is only sixteen years old.

"I heard that my brother-in-law is a disciple of the Kongtong faction, and he still has the opportunity to go, although he sits far away, but at the one hundred and ten tables, there is a place after all.

He told me that the sixteen-year-old little monk had reached the pinnacle of the realm, that is, the innate realm that could not be heard, and he had been painting for six years, painting all over the Shaolin Temple, just to celebrate the birthday of his abbot.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

Seeing those hundreds of paintings, the old guy suddenly ascended to heaven......

I guess it's joy and sorrow, haha! "A handsome boy with a fan, gorgeously dressed, the first words are very good, but the last two sentences are a little ugly.

Hearing this, Jueming paused, but still suppressed his anger and continued to go up to the second floor, but this step did not move.

The little uncle next to him suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had used a jack pendant!

Everyone only heard the 'click', and saw his feet deep into the plank, at that moment, I don't know how many people were like entering an ice cellar, and the cold was overwhelming!

"Damn, what kind of broken floor is this, what about the shopkeeper? If I break my nephew's leg, I'll tear down your broken building!" "The momentum of the peak of the day after tomorrow burst out, and at the same time...... The coercion of the innate realm also slowly disappeared, giving people an illusion.

But many people in the rivers and lakes still swallowed their saliva, whether it was an illusion or not, this big man with an iron rod on his back must be a top master in the rivers and lakes.

The shopkeeper was in the counter, kicked the shopkeeper who was pretending to be dead twice, and when he saw him twitching in pain, he refused to get up, so he could only take two deep breaths and walk over tremblingly: "Big, hero...... We lose money, lose money, a ...... or two"

"Huh?"

"Ten taels, ten taels of lines, we are a small business, the hero ......" This sentence is a twist and turn, the shopkeeper wiped the sweat on his forehead, for fear that this person lion opened his mouth, and also secretly scolded this broken plank is not angry, when is it broken, but at this time.

"Hmph, you don't have to lose money, it's all mixed rice on the rivers and lakes, and it's not a slander, you have to repair the broken floor, just send good wine and good food by the way!" The reason why Jue Ming delayed for so long was mainly to appease his junior uncle.

It wasn't until he said that at this time, he felt that he could move the little monk Zimo, so he immediately took him into the guest room.

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As soon as he left, the entire Jianghu people on the first floor breathed a sigh of relief, regardless of the fact that they brought swords and knives, and fancy weapons.

But after all, it is a group of ordinary Jianghu people, many people have a little internal strength, feel that they are powerful, they don't know what their surname is, they really get into trouble, when they meet a ruthless fork, it is completely like a mouse meeting a cat, and they dare not move.

"I'm scared to death young master...... I thought I had met a Shaolin disciple! The rich boy leaned back in his chair, leaned his head back in the chair, and let out a big sigh.

"Don't care if it's not, don't talk nonsense in the future, this place is so close to Songshan, and the little abbot of Shaolin must be not ordinary, otherwise it can't be so valued by other masters, it is estimated that Shaolin is not far from the big open mountain gate!"

A few people chatted for a few words, but they didn't have the heart to eat, so they left one after another.

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"Uncle Xiao, what about the people in the rivers and lakes, there are all kinds of things to say, ugly, good, praise you, and kill you......

This kind of person, there are too many of them, and they can't be killed, no, no, Amitabha, I'm breaking the vows again.

So you don't need to be angry, the reason why the head of the family has passed away is because the time limit has come, he had a secret injury in his early years, and now it is not easy to survive for so long.

I guess it's because of you, Uncle Shi can't let go, so he can always insist, otherwise......

Anyway, you can see it, he walked very peacefully, very calmly, especially those paintings hanging in the room of the uncle, not to mention how happy the uncle was.

And Uncle Shi went to the Western Elysium, and when you see the Buddha gone, don't be sad. Speaking of this, he wiped the little monk's face clean, took off his shoes, and helped him to the bed, so that he could rest early.

Jue Ming said so much, but the little monk Zimo still didn't react, just turned around and faced the wall...... The middle-aged man could only sigh.

"Let's continue to go north tomorrow, it's not interesting to go to a big place like Luoyang, I'll take you to meet the Yellow River, don't you know, the Yellow River is wide, almost ...... Well, it's as wide as several Shaolin temples! Jueming didn't have an adjective, and after comparing for a long time, he could only say this sentence.

I don't know if the little monk heard it, his body moved slightly, and he fell silent again.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, I feel that I am not proficient in Buddhism, and I am a pure martial artist, but I have heard someone say such a sentence, I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I feel very good, so I will nag and nag with you.

That's what it says......

Unsatisfactory things are often eight or nine, and they can be the same as others.

Master is gone, and there is no one around you, so tell me if you have any troubles.

Holding back will always make a mistake, it's a big deal to cry bitterly, the master is just an apprentice of you, can you bear to let him be on it, watching you half dead? Jueming said a lot, the bit of ink in his stomach was basically hollowed out, and he still didn't react, so he could only click his mouth and put out the candle to sleep.

After all, digging again can only save some oil and water......

Taking advantage of the dark night, he looked at the full moon outside the window, seemed to think of something, and grinned with white teeth: "Two days later, we will be able to see the Yellow River, it is rumored that Patriarch Bodhidharma can cross the river with a reed, uncle, haven't you also learned to cross the river with a reed, when the time comes, a reed to cross the Yellow River, then there must be another style......"